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The weekend was instense-- 'Tis the holiday party season.
I can't wait until the end of the week. . . .

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i need chicken soup and a bad flick. or just gatorade and a pizza. once upon a time i had a friend who was a nurse and after a rough night she'd hook us all up to IVs. too bad she's in paris fucking a retard. . ....
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I have a holiday party tonight and I'm already hungover. This is going to be rough.

A friend of mine is missing. She left a bar with some guy on Friday and hasn't turned up since. Scary. My friend Cris and I met her over the summer and I ended up hanging out with her for a week or so. I really hope she's OK, because she's a sweetheart.

Last night was pretty bloody awful. First, I found out about said...
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Last night I stayed up late to finish Mrabet's Love With a Few Hairs. The book is masterful in its breezy story-telling. It made me think about my horrible year with an awful lying stripper girlfriend. It also made me pick up Paul Bowles again this morning. I'm excited to go to Morocco, hopefully in September or so.

Tonight I'm going out with some friends...
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The Ford model party was a riot. I ended up meeting a few people and dancing. A witty little Serbian guy named Milan kept bringing us drinks. Sebastian, an uproariously funny gay guy in the men's division, fell down. Not once, but TWICE. Not so fabulous. I came away a little smitten with a model named Kerry--a perfect natural blonde thing in a cute little...
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Tonight is the Ford Model holidary party in Chi-town. Some of my favorite chicas are flying in from NYC. Should be the usual romping time. We're staying at the W again--which has these two bizarre russian cocktail waitresses. The madame at the blues bar down the street remembers our name every time. Kind of creepy.

I'm flying to San Fransisco at the end of the...
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Hungover. I have some art museum party tonight.

Two days until the Ford Model party.

I decided not to go out last night with the boyz and make dolmas instead. Actually, I made a squash stuffing with lamb and then realized it would be great to wrap up in grape leaves. Incredible. Then I finished Sartre's study of Baudelaire. Today, I've picked up Benjamin's Illuminations to reread. I've ordered a few books off...
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This month's cover story for New York magazine is about the guy who assaulted the high fashion woman in his magazine's marketing department. His idols were twiggy, kate moss, eddie sedgewick, and Faye Dunaway from Bonnie and Clyde. As bizarre luck would have it, I had just rented Bonnie and Clyde and watched it last night. Faye has the blonde hair and that highly defined...
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The weekend involved the opening of a new restaurant, shopping for Xmas ornaments, and my mother. Oh, and some persian rugs. . . . saw a couple of movies, ate some chili. Very inspired.

Reading Sartre's study of Baudelaire

OK, let's just stop right now with the SG sets that involve putting on paint, food, or any other substance. It is not cute. It is not sexy. It is corny. It is dumb. Stop it.